RIP Skimpy Little Dress

I am not sure what is more shocking… that I once wore this skimpy little thing in public, OR… that I kept it around in my closet until now. (I am 33, and happily married, with a child.)

I get wanting to be a hot mom. And just because I had a kid, doesn’t mean I have to resort to frumpy mom jeans. But, have you seen this dress? Can you call this a dress? Does my mom know that I had this thing in my suitcase when I went to Vegas?

I held the dress up to show my husband, and I asked, “Should I keep this?”. And without hesitation, he said with certainty, “No!!”. It wasn’t exactly the reaction I had hoped for from my husband, but truly, it has no use taking up space in my closet. (What little space this little bit of fabric can take up.)

And what about my stiletto heels?

The only surviving photo of me in this dress.

As a collage student, I didn’t own a single pair of rain boots or snow/rain friendly footwear. It was 4-5 inch heals all day, every day! (except for summer when I would wear flip flops and the occasional wedge). I could walk in those heals like it was nobody’s business. I never took my shoes off at a dance party, and I still walked faster than most people who were schlepping from class to class in their sneaks or Uggs. What happened to these shoes; those sexy spikes that made my long legs go on for days? They are literally and figuratively collecting dust, at the bottom of my closet!

I have changed.

I have softened. I partially blame my loving husband for making me feel so safe, and bringing my wildness down to earth a little bit. On our wedding day, I didn’t wear heals. I didn’t wear shoes at all. I wanted my bare feet in the grass.

Now I’m more into flowy than tight, and not only do I not wear 5 in heals, I wear mostly zero drop shoes! I am all about that minimal footwear life.

Sometimes I feel so sad about this change. But then when I think what it would be like if I didn’t change… If I was walking around Trader Joe’s, buying apple sauce for my toddler in THIS DRESS! … Yeah, we have to evolve. Not let go of our young spirit, but evolve along with it somehow. That is probably why I held onto that dress for all these years.

Goodbye Little Dress, and Thank You.

So I slipped this little baby on one last time to confirm… YES, my ass cheeks would show if I took more than 2 steps in this thing, and it’s time for it to have a new life, at some new parties, with a new set of legs. Goodbye.

If you want to capture some of your sexy essence, in that skimpy dress, or in the nude, or in an oversized sweater that just makes you feel warm inside… Let me know! Boudoir photography is one of my favorite styles. Let’s capture and celebrate ALL sides of you!

Thanks for reading friends! And if you thought this was fun, you might also like, “Mug Shot”.

Wedding Photographers Don't Just Take Pictures (Part 1)

Oh, you thought I take photos of peoples weddings? Well, I do!

BUT, I also…

The list of things I have done at weddings that didn't involve cameras, is a long one! Wana hear a few?!

- I physically dressed the mother of the bride while she was freaking out about not being ready.

Haha yup! Poor Momma was so stressed out about her daughter’s big day, that everyone was waiting for her to get dressed, - and the bride just about HAD IT! She was too busy asking about what table Aunt Someone was seated at, and folding dirty socks. … I closed the bedroom door, placed my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes, and said “It’s a big day right!? You ok? Well, it’s time! :) We need to get ready, so we can enjoy this amazing day!” And then continued to physically help her out of her clothes, and into the Mother of the Bride dress. “See, all done! You look fantastic, now let’s GO!” :)

- Give a Groom a hair cut.

“Why didn’t you get a hair cut?” asked one of his groom’s men. “Does it look bad?” the groom asked… The guys were all a few beers deep, but they all kinda agreed, “Yeah, it looks like you need a haircut dude”. I gave my friend Brandon a haircut once in high school, and I was the only sober adult in the room… So, it appeared that I was the most qualified person for the job! And, I am proud to say I did a pretty damn good job! No pressure right? It was only the guy’s wedding day.

- Drive the bridal party to the venue (in 3 separate trips) after their limo broke down.

I wish I could say that this was the only time that a limo broke down on a wedding, but it had to have been the third time? The thing about limos is they can hold a lot of people at once, the thing about my car, is that it was drivable! Haha! … So I took 3 trips and eventually got everyone from the park where we took photos, to the Venue. Thankfully both locations were in Mountain Lakes, so the turn around time wasn’t bad at all.

 - Keep the father of the bride company while he was quite emotional about letting his little girl go.

This one was easy. A memory that I truly cherish, and think of as a highlight of my “job”. I remember thinking to myself in that moment, as I was sitting in the living room of a complete stranger having a heart to heart…. this is the best job ever. Who else gets to have a front row seat to the best day of peoples lives!!?? Wedding days are magical, emotional, and not just for the couple. I was so thankful that could be there for him. Happy that he felt he could open up to me. He was showered and fully dressed about 2 hours too early! We talked about life, his fondest memories of his children growing up, and how hard it is to let them go.

- Be responsible for the Bride's wedding night undies.

Nice right?! … At a wedding at the Boathouse in NYC, a bridesmaid came up to me and handed me a nice white (clean) pair of panties. “Can you hold onto these? The bride wants to change into them later in the night, but doesn’t have a place to put them.” Yes, of course! Thats what this handy camera bag is for! :) So, I slipped those silky lacy undies into the pocket of my camera bag for safe keeping. After the ceremony and some portraits around Central Park , the package was discreetly delivered to their rightful owner.

- And OF COURSE, bustle MANY dresses, put on many veils, fix falling out up-dos, and pin on ALL of the boutonnières. 

I am practically a stage mom! :) It is those little odds and ends that any respectable photographer must become a master in. I am happy to lend a hand for all jobs big and small. The list goes on forever: Tuck in bra straps, cut the tags off dresses (I always have scissors with me), tell someone if their underwear can be seen through their dress or not. It reminds me of the good old days in the dressing room of my dance recitals. A lot goes into looking and feeling our best, and I am happy to make it all happen for them.

This is only part one! Stay tuned for part two!